There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That

There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

He Was One Of Those People Who Made You Feel Like They Either Didn't Know Or Didn't Care That You Were In The Room And If They Ever Did Acknowledge Your Existence It Was Bizarrely Score One To You, And Twenty Years Later They'd Tell You They'd Always Had A Crush On You But Never Had The Courage To Say Anything And You'd Tell Them, What? I Didn't Even Think You Liked Me? And They'd Say, Are You Crazy? I Just Never Knew What To Say!

You Know, Sarcasm Is The Lowest Form Of Wit.' 'and Yet It Is Still Extremely Funny.

What A Luxury It Was For People To Hold Their Loved Ones Whenever They Wanted

Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However, Was Another Story.